Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Chapter 133: Chapter : 133 : This Is Chaos!

Aiden pushed open the door and barely got a foot inside before Selvara rushed him, arms around his neck, lips pressed to his cheek.

She hugged him tight, then kissed him with all the pent-up worry she’d been hiding.

”How’d it go?” She whispered. ”Did you tell them about the leader... being human?”

Aiden sighed, sinking into the warmth. ”No. Didn’t say a word about him.”

Selvara pulled back a little, frowning. ”Why?”

He kissed her forehead. ”I figured you had a reason for keeping it quiet. I trust you.”

She smiled at that, hugged him tighter. ”Thank you.” Quick peck to his lips. ”Really.”

A cough cut through the room. Lysandra, already half-lounged on the bed, cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s eyes.

She patted the bed beside her. ”Come on, don’t just stand there.” Laid beside Leona, curled up, face pressed right into Lysandra’s boobs, dozing like the world didn’t exist.

Aiden kicked off his boots and moved over, Selvara right behind, both of them crawling onto the bed.

All around were tangled limbs and soft snoring: Luna and Nyxion flat on her back, Arisha with her swords tucked under the pillow, Thristle hogging three pillows, Venya breathing slow and quiet.

Only Xylendra, Valeforia, and Aethoniel were awake, sitting on the edge, squeezing their knees to their chests and talking in awkward whispers.

They kept glancing over, faces red as apples when Selvara and Aiden got comfortable together, still holding hands, too soft for all the world.

Valeforia nearly squeaked. ”They’re so... close.”

Aethoniel whispered, ”That’s what families do here, I guess...”

Xylendra just nodded, still blushing like mad.

Aiden and Selvara still kissed, their hands sliding threw each other. Selvara hooked her fibger at the hem of his clothes, pulling it uoward.

Aiden broked the kiss for a second so she could slide it of him.

Their lips collided again. She ran her hands on his exposed chest, feeling his hard abs and chest.

Aiden reached out, slidding her gown if her. She gasped into the kiss as she felt the cold air around her, kissing her. Her body trembled, betraying her need.

She stood their, exposed, with nothing to hide her.

His hands grabbed onto her massive boobs, squeezing them, shapeing her in his grip.

Selvara maoned in the kiss, hands clutheir,g at his shoulders, nail dugging in, enough to draw blood.

Beside them, Xylendra eyed Valeforia and Aethoniel, then ran a hand through her hair, looking a little shy but also a bit bold. They all exchanged nervous glances, then quietly opened their robes.

Xylendra’s boobs was impossible to miss—full, heavy, plush, and perfectly rounded, the kind of figure that drew eyes without even trying. The purple pecks already hardened, asking to be pinched and sucked. Her full and heavy boobs rose and fell with every breath she took. The slave marking on her glowed faintly. She rubbed her legs, eyes locked onto Aiden and Selvara.

Valeforia was no less captivating. Though slightly shorter, her breasts, while perhaps a fraction smaller, were no less impressive.

Ample, soft, and round, they were bared for all eyes to feed upon. The generous rise and fall of her chest with every breath was a sight that could not be ignored. Her purple nipples, already hard and erect, seemed to plead for touch. The cool air made her tremble, a delicate shiver. The intricate tattoos on her body, geometric and ceremonial, made her even more striking, more deadly. She bit her finger, her tongue darting out to taste the skin, making it impossible to look away.

Aethoniel was a vision of black glass shot through with molten gold. Her smooth, onyx-like skin was streaked with golden bioluminescent lines that pulsed like liquid light, tracing energy channels that throbbed with life. Her heavy, voluptuous breasts, the same color as a human’s, lay bare, waiting in anticipation. Her rosy nipples were already hardening, her areolas gleaming, yearning to be played with.

Aiden broke the kiss, his breath ragged. ”Why did you all get naked?” he asked, his voice thick with desire and surprise.

Xylendra blushed, looking away, her voice soft. ”We’re more used to sleeping naked.”

”And we also thought that...” Valeforia added, her voice trailing off.

”You’re going to make us join,” Aethoniel finished, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous light.

”Ohh... Maybe I will,” Aiden murmured, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl.

Selvara grinned, nudging him playfully. ”Focus here, troublemaker.” She kissed him again, a softer, lingering touch, a small laugh bubbling from her throat.

Then, with a playful push, she sent him tumbling onto the bed.

Aiden landed with a soft thud, the mattress yielding beneath him. Selvara straddled his lap, her weight settling deliciously. She began to rub her pussy against his cock, a slow, deliberate friction that sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

”...Ahhh....My lord...Ahhh...” Selvara moaned, her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy. ”D-do I feel good?”

”Y-yes!” Aiden growled, his voice rough with burgeoning need.

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[SOUND PROOFING: ACTIVATED]

*NOTE: FOR EVERYONE SLEEPING.

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Aiden said nothing, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts, pulling her closer. He latched onto one of her nipples, sucking at first, then flicked his tongue in a maddening circle around her areola.

”Ahhh~.... Mmm~... D-don’t stop!” Selvara cried, her voice a desperate plea, moaning in pure pleasure.

Lysandra bit her lips, a deep heat pooling at her core. She rubbed her legs together, a silent friction beneath the blankets.

Valeforia couldn’t take it anymore. She turned to look at Xylendra, her ”Onee-Chan,” and with a sudden surge, launched herself onto her.

Valeforia didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Xylendra’s huge breasts, burying her face in the valley between them, her tongue darting out to lick the soft skin.

”What the hell are you two doing?” Aethoniel asked, her lips trembling, a tremor running through her golden lines.

”C-can’t take it anymore,” Valeforia growled, her voice muffled against Xylendra’s chest.

Selvara, straddling his lap, pulled back just enough, her pale eyes blazing with a predatory hunger that made his breath catch. She was riding the fine line of control, her body trembling with the effort.

”You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you, my lord?” Her voice was a low, velvet rasp, and she dipped her head to kiss his jaw, a fierce, possessive nip.

He didn’t answer, unable to form words, only managing a guttural sound as she shifted her weight.

Her hands, cool and incredibly precise, found his slick, hard length, guiding it to the perfect, wet entrance. He felt the warm, slick pressure as the tip pressed against her.

”Hold still,” She commanded, a whisper of anticipation.

*Sliiick.*

With a slow, deliberate push, she lowered herself onto him. The sensation was overwhelming—a perfect, hot sheath tightening around him, stretching and welcoming.

Selvara let out a long, drawn-out moan, a sound that seemed to vibrate deep in his chest.

”Ahhh~... Yes! Ohhh~... My lord, you feel so good, so deep!” She cried, her wings fluttering slightly as she began a slow, grinding rotation.

He grabbed her hips, steadying her, watching the pure, unadulterated pleasure wash over her face.

Valeforia’s face was still buried in Xylendra’s plush cleavage, but she wasn’t just licking anymore.

She had latched onto one of the hardened purple nipples, suckling with the desperate intensity of a starved child.

”Mmmph! Onee-Chan, you taste so sweet!” Valeforia’s voice was muffled, thick with saliva and desire.

She squeezed Xylendra’s other breast, kneading the heavy flesh roughly.

Xylendra arched her back, her silver hair spilling across the duvet like liquid moonlight.

A sharp, startled ’Eeep!’ escaped her lips. Her golden eyes, wide and unfocused, momentarily locked onto Aiden, a mixture of shame and fierce, primal excitement burning there.

”Valeforia, stop!” Xylendra hissed, but the sound lacked any real heat; it was quickly followed by a breathless, involuntary.

Aethoniel watched the escalating chaos, her amber eyes glowing brighter.

She was hugging herself tightly, her golden bioluminescent lines pulsing rapidly along her onyx skin.

”I... I can’t just watch,” Aethoniel stammered, her voice shaking with urgency.

She looked at Lysandra, who was still rubbing her legs together beneath the sheet, her goblin features flushed crimson.

Selvara, riding him with growing speed, leaned down, her huge breasts swaying with every movement.

He reached up, cupping their weight, watching them bounce as she worked her hips.

”Faster, my lord, Faster!” She demanded, her voice rising to a frantic pitch. ”Clack-clack-clack!” Her hips hit his pelvis with a rhythmic intensity.

”You’re going to break the bed,” Aiden managed, the words strained, his own pleasure mounting rapidly.

”Then let it break!” She laughed, a wild, euphoric sound. She bent forward, offering him the other nipple, which he immediately claimed, sucking hard.

”Ahhh! Yes! That’s it! S-suck me dry!” Selvara cried, arking her back.

Selvara, witnessing the burgeoning orgy around her, only intensified her movements, riding him harder, faster. ”Thwack-thwack-thwack!”

”Look at them, my lord! They’re so ready for you!” Selvara panted, her voice ragged. Her hips slammed down, driving him deep, deep into her core. ”Tell me you want them! Tell me you want all of us!”

”I want... *Gasp!* I want everything!” He managed, his hands gripping her waist, your control rapidly dissolving.

The sound of wet kisses, frantic moans, and grinding bodies filled the soundproofed chamber. It was a symphony of sin, and you were the conductor.

Selvara let out a sharp, piercing cry, her body tensing violently around him. ”Aiiieee!”

Her wings flared, momentarily brushing the ceiling. She collapsed onto hid chest, her body slick with sweat, the aftershocks of her climax rippling through her.

He held her tight, his own release imminent, the intense pressure of her tight walls and the chaotic, erotic scene surrounding him pushing him over the edge. He drove into her one final, powerful time.

”Selva!” The name was torn from his throat as he followed her over the precipice, a shuddering release that felt like liquid fire.

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END OF Chapter : 133 : THIS IS CHAOS!

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